He looked up and listened, his frown loosening slightly, well, the whistle, the music of the organ, the carnival or the country market brought back fond memories of him, but those memories were fleeting, popcorn, marshmallows, roller coasters, bumper cars, coffee cups and other rides.

The frown turned into a smile, and Stanley stepped up the stairs, and then up the next step, his head still up, and he stopped again, as if he thought that anything would come true, he really smelled popcorn, marshmallows, and more, and the strong smell of pepper hot dogs came to his nose.

It's amazing...... It's incredible...... It's so hard to resist.

He went up another step, and suddenly he heard footsteps from above, and hurried downstairs.

He looked up again, and the sound of the whistle and organ suddenly became louder, as if trying to drown out the footsteps, and he now heard the name of the tune.

It's the sound of footsteps, yes, but it's not rustling, it's actually more like uh...... It's like someone walking in rubber shoes.

A figure began to shake on the wall above, and fear immediately rushed to his throat, as if he had swallowed something hot and terrible or something wrong, and eating it was like an electric shock, and it was a shadow of a human being.

But the figure only appeared for a moment, just enough for him to see two people moving sluggishly and unnaturally, and the reason why he saw only one glance was because the light was dim, and it was very fast, and he looked back and saw that the door was closed heavily.

Stanley ran down the steps, so frightened that it was too dark to see anything, and he heard his own breathing, and heard the sound of the whistle and organ coming down from above.

And footsteps! Getting closer and closer, it was coming towards him.

He stretched out his arms and slammed his hands into the tower door, a sharp stabbing pain that hit his elbows, and the door opened with ease before...... It will not move.

No, it's not! Not exactly, the door moved a little at first, and the left side mockingly revealed a vertical gray skylight, but it quickly closed, as if someone had closed the door from the outside.

Panting and frightened, Stanley pushed the door with all his might, and the brass fixture was embedded in the palm of his hand, but the door still didn't move.

He turned his back to the door, pushed the door with both hands, his forehead stained with greasy sweat, the sound of the whistle and organ grew louder, echoing through the spiral steps, the music ceased to be joyful, completely out of tune, became very sad, roared like wind and water, Stanley's mind conjured up the country fairs of late autumn, the wind and rain beating the empty playgrounds, the flags flying, the tents being blown down by the wind, like the camps rolling on the ground, the ride-on amusement park empty, like an eagle frame under the gray sky.

The wind thundered at a strange angle as he struck the stand, and he suddenly saw that death was on his side, rushing out of the darkness, and he had no way to escape.

Water suddenly spilled down from the top of the steps, and he no longer smelled popcorn or anything like that, but instead he smelled the damp rancid stench of dead pork in the middle of nowhere, crawling with maggots.

"Who is it?" He shouted in a shrill voice, trembling.

A low, muffled voice answered him, as if it had mud and stagnant water in its mouth.

"Dead man, Stanley, we are dead people, we sank into the water before, but now we float up...... You'll float too. ”

Stanley felt the water sweep over his feet, he cowered at the door and was frightened, they were coming, he could feel them close, he could smell something, something poked at his arm, his mind went blank, he just kept banging on the door, but it was useless.

"We're dead people, but jokes occasionally, Stanley, we're ...... sometimes"

It's the Illustrated Book!

He reached for it without thinking about it, but the illustrated book was stuck in the pocket of his raincoat, and he couldn't get it out, and a dead man had already come down, for there was the sound of footsteps coming through the stone passage he had just entered, and the man would catch up with him at any moment and touch him with his cold skin.

He pumped it again, and this time he finally pulled it out, holding the book to his chest like a shield, completely unaware of what he was doing, but he felt it was the right thing to do.

"Robin!" He screamed at the darkness, the thing coming towards him hesitated for a moment, he dared to say that the other person hesitated, did he feel the door pushed open a little for a moment?

He didn't flinch anymore, he stood up straight in the dark, when did that happen? He didn't have time to think about it, he licked his dry lips and shouted the names of the birds.

The names of the birds are like a spell against the ...... Dead person.

The door creaked open, as if in protest, and Stanley stepped back quickly, stepping into the mist, and his whole body fell on his back on the dead grass, nearly crushing the book in half, and that night he saw his finger marks clearly imprinted on the ground, as if it were made of dirt and not hard stone.

Stanley was frightened, he didn't even think about getting up and running away quickly with his legs at this moment, he just kept bulldozing on the ground, and his ass moved on the slippery grass.

He saw four feet in the oval shadow, his jeans rotting black and purple, and his shoes almost rotten, revealing swollen and purple toes.

Their hands hung at their sides, so long, so pale, and each finger had a small orange fur ball.

Stanley held the nearly crushed illustrated book to his chest, his face drenched in rain, sweat, and tears, and he continued to read the bird's name in a hoarse, monotonous voice.

One of them had one palm facing upward, the palm print had been completely wiped out, and the other hand stretched out a finger and bent it, and the hairball tied to the finger jumped up and down.

It was calling him.

At this time, Stanley, who was originally sitting on his back, stood up and ran away, rushed all the way to Kansas Street, crossed the road without looking at the traffic at all, and dared to stop and breathe when he reached the opposite side.

"They're all dead!" Stanley muttered to himself, then he turned and ran home.

The dryer stopped, and Xingyue's lines ended here.

The others looked at him silently for a long time.

"It's true." Xingyue whispered, "I can swear to the sky. ”

"I believe in you." Wan Qian said: "Ever since that kind of thing happened in my family, I have believed everything. ”

Suddenly, she walked to the dryer and took out the rags one by one, folding them neatly.

"We should tell William these things, and he will do it." Yan said introspectively.

"It's not that simple, the children are dead, we should ......"

"So what?" Xingyue obviously only wants to be good for herself, and she doesn't care what the others do.

"We should have told William, and even more so to the sheriff." Wan Qi looked at the stars and moon, and his eyes were clear and bright.